Virtue is the roughest way, but proves at night a bed of down.
Love lodged in a woman's breast is but a guest.
How happy is he born and taught; that serves not another's will, whose armor is his honest thought and truth, his utmost skill.
An ambassador is an honest man sent abroad to lie for his country.
Take heed of thinking. The farther you go from the church of Rome, the nearer you are to God.
You meaner beauties of the night, That poorly satisfy our eyes More by your number than your light; You common people of the skies, What are you when the sun shall rise? This was printed with music as early as 1624, in East's Sixth Set of Books, and is found in many manuscripts.